Franca and feelings
The first time I looked the testicles to another person, I learned that some things were less important than they seem, even after forgotten that teaching or should I say, rather, they replaced it with another and that of the other and the other by the previous, like a coin spinning in the water. I've always been a little fool, my grandfather was also a fool, most of the people I've known is stupid and so I assume that is human stupidity and my memories of family as well.
The thing is that at the time of the afternoon was under a weeping willow. We had been playing cards with my two uncles, my grandfather and my mother. My grandmother Franca sat apart in a chaise, with his back to us, facing the street, all quiet, as if practicing to be dead. The letters always won my grandfather my two guys who won did not like anything, my mother, however, remained cool, friendly and aloof, playing another game, a game in which either no longer care about the results. We were on vacation, we had gone to visit my grandparents, I had finished fifth grade and dated a girl named Victoria. Victoria was blond and freckled, his voice was serious and always coughed a lot in class, so the bad voices called it "soda siphon." We sat together, we were cheating on tests and out of school at times we would have ice cream: one of the last times she had spotted the ice mouth so I asked him to help. I ran my fingers through the corners and then said "ready" and smiled, Victoria stared at me as if waiting to do something else and soon threw what was left of the ice and said that everyone was better for your home. Was a child, my grandmother used to say Franca, "with lots of character." I thought the relationship would last, he always said I was going to marry her and that we would have five children and that one was going to be president and another went to work in a circus. Victoria heard that, he coughed, smiled and left me between the sheets of notebook cards that said "I love you" with flowers and then drawn hearts drawn and later sealed lips.
Then came the holidays, rain, people who are leaving town, etc.., Etc. There we were, with my grandfather and my uncles and mom and grandma playing Franca death when I received a message from Victoria: "finish" the message said. It was short and blunt, so overwhelming that after reading it for the first time fell back to the floor. My uncle came over, asked me what happened. I said "you're losing at cards, man." Was offended, turned and hit me back left on the floor, looking stunned the cell. Victoria wrote to asking what he was saying. Fifteen minutes passed in which I looked eternal clouds and sky and thinking about nothing in the way of anything until Victoria wrote: "finished. END. " It was then that I stopped and ran away from there. I took the chaise in front of my grandmother, my grandmother, almost asleep, the petals of a rose, and walked into the sauce that was on the other side of the house. I knelt down and remembering all the beautiful things I had gone to Victoria, that and the message, I started to mourn. At that moment, deep in tears, I noticed a couple of fungi had grown alongside the willow when my grandfather saw them immediately cut them with a shovel and threw it away, saying you never know, that these fungi could be poisonous, venomous or worse, worse, you got ugly face and no one ever loved you more. I thought then that I could try to swallow the mushrooms, that would cause me to boarding school and Victoria repent and my peaceful family life would resume its course of future safe and happy. Went out to the fungus and, at that time, I felt a hot jet hit me fully. It was my grandfather, Pee and above, the testicles of my grandfather.
- What is it, son? He asked.
always told me "son." It was like my grandmother, sitting in the recliner, just that instead of imitating the death he followed a parent and every creature that walked around and tell him "son."
I explained that I wanted to swallow the mushrooms for my ex-girlfriend to repent of being my girlfriend and everything should return to normal. I said I wanted to have children and a family and love and who loved Victoria and her heart was completely broken.
My grandfather shook his penis and testicles. He shook his head and turned to shake. Then he hitched up his trousers.
"Oh, dear," began. "When I was your age ...
Suddenly seemed to repent. As if he had remembered something, perhaps of those logs that adult television brands filled with of the stature of their children. He frowned. He got the pants back and grabbed the testicles really hard, with the whole hand.
- What do you see? He asked.
I wiped my face, I rubbed my eyes and sat next to Willow, I told him what he saw: "Two
meatloaf.
- Is that all? Asked this time.
-pants down, "he said.
There we were then, my grandfather and I, with his pants down. He asked me to grab that cock and take a good look.
- What do you think? "He said.
It was tough. Then he told me was helping. We looked between the two and, with very strong hand squeezing the testicles, we tried, I said it looked like a noodle, a frog, a wrinkled thing, a child involved, he said it looked like a cannelloni Crude, I said it looked like chickpeas, he said it looked like two tumors, I did not understand what he meant with tumors but instead I ask, thinking of the catechism classes, the testes seemed to land calcined days after the end of the world.
"That," said my grandfather -. Scorched earth, very wrinkled, the end of the world.
- How? "I said.
-La vida es efímera. El cuerpo se descompone. Eso.
Me quedé pensando, allí cerca de los hongos, con los pantalones caídos.
–El sufrimiento es inevitable –sentenció entonces mi abuelo. Se subió los pantalones y me palmeó los hombros.
Era un buen hombre y probablemente era un buen consejo. Miré a los hongos con desprecio mientras mi abuelo los cortaba, y luego pateé el sauce, sintiéndome humano y superior. Caminé ya sin lágrimas, de regreso con mi familia, mirando el cielo y sus nubes. Me encontré con mi madre sola, jugando a su propio juego de cartas y con mi abuela Franca dormida, la boca abierta, contemplando la calle desde su mundo de sueños.
Al rato apareció my grandfather with the garbage bag and fungi. He stroked her hair and Franca, with his free hand, he wiped the saliva from the corners of the mouth .
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